I love this post, I can get behind this post, I am this post.

Yes that’s exactly it.

I want to feel bad about this, since this is a person’s business....but it’s hard to do so.

...

Thank you for this and for letting me go on this journey with you, albeit vicariously. I would’ve have been sobbing the last lyric of “Because You Loved Me,” while clutching on the teddy bear I hope she accepts from me.

Oh dreams.

LuLaRoe! Most consultants sell from Facebook, prices range from $25-$70. Cute, colorful clothing, and they go all the way to 3XL. Some clothes run big, so they make me feel like I can wear a medium again...though I haven’t worn that size since middle school.

www.lularoe.com

All right, this was the last straw 2016. I’m fucking done. Everyone keeps asking me why I’m crying my eyes out and I just keep staring at them like, “TF PRINCE DIED!!”

Usually it's just Bootsie. One day though, she was just sitting on her chair (well, it used to be MY recliner) looking so regal, and I knew she had to be properly christened with a badass name. I know Boosty Collins was a man, but she's also a rockstar in my eyes.

I created a Kinja account just so y'all can ask me about Miss Bootsie Josephine Collins.

And no, that is not zoomed in. She loves getting all in my face.